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Submitted to Contest #298
The coffee shop sat quietly tucked away in a corner of the city, almost as if it had been forgotten by time. It was the kind of place most people hurried past, preoccupied by their own lives, too busy to even glance at the worn wooden sign hanging above the door. Yet, for those who took the time to step inside, it felt like stepping into another world. A world that seemed to exist outside the clamour and rush of modern life. The shop sat at the junction of two narrow streets, one lined with sleek, glass-panelled office buildings that seemed ...
The plane hit the tarmac with a jolt that rattled Finn's teeth. He welcomed it—it was real, unlike everything else over the past six months. Gray Heathrow light seeped through the oval window, painting the world outside in a flat, unfamiliar hue. He tightened his grip on the backpack in his lap, knuckles blanching. He had come here to disappear. Or, more accurately, to become someone new.Finn Walker had been a hundred different people back home in Portland, Oregon. “The smart one” in elementary school. “The weird quiet kid” in middle school....
The city smelled like rain and possibility.Eli stepped off the bus with a worn duffel bag slung over his shoulder, the kind with a busted zipper and fabric worn soft at the corners. His shoes were soaked through from the walk from the terminal, and the bottom hem of his jeans clung to his ankles, heavy with cold rain. Around him, the city pulsed with movement—car horns, sloshing tires, neon signs blinking to life like tired eyes opening after a long sleep. It was loud. It was indifferent. And it was perfect.He blended into the current of str...
Submitted to Contest #289
The wind howled across the frozen wasteland, its voice a ghostly wail that clawed at the emptiness. Snowflakes, sharp as shattered glass, lashed against Eva's exposed skin, biting through layers of fabric. She pulled her scarf higher over her nose, but the cold was relentless, seeping through every gap, invading her very bones. Time had blurred into a cruel haze; she had been walking for hours, maybe days. It didn't matter. The only thing that existed now was forward. Forward, or death.Each step was a battle against the knee-deep snow, her l...
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